Coal War - Joshua James

I ain’t cutting my hair till the good lord comes

I ain’t cutting my hair till the good lord comes

I ain’t cutting my hair till the good lord comes

Arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done

I ain’t cutting my hair, cutting till the good lord comes

I ain’t open my eyes till we all walk free

I ain’t open my eyes till we all walk free

I ain’t open my eyes till we all walk free

Till the color of our skin it don’t mean a damn thing

I ain’t open my eyes, open till we all walk free

I ain’t pickin' up a paper till the wild wind blows

I ain’t pickin' up a paper till the wild wind blows

I ain’t pickin up a paper till the wild wind blows

Till we should say what we should say, till we know what we should know

I ain’t pickin up a paper, pickin till the wild wind blows

Cause it’s a coal, it’s a coal war

It’s a coal, coal, it’s a coal war

I ain’t cuttin' my hair till the good Lord comes

Arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done

I ain’t cuttin' my hair, cuttin' till the good Lord comes

Till the good Lord comes

Cause it’s a coal, it’s a coal war

It’s a coal, coal, coal

If we don’t walk free with hand in heart, it’s time

If we cannot see all we destroy, we’re blind

It’s not the hand that cuts, it’s the heart we left behind

It’s not the hand that cuts, it’s the hatred deep inside

It’s not the hand that cuts, it’s the hatred deep inside

It’s not the hand, not the hand

Five dollars and a head to keep

With dull black scissors and some kerosene

You burnt the house but you came to bid him well

Oh

What a thing to tell, put poison in the well

Just to say

Just to say

Just to say

Just to say

I ain’t cuttin' my hair till the good Lord comes

Ain’t cuttin' my hair till the good Lord comes

I ain’t cuttin' my hair till the good Lord comes

Arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done

I ain’t cuttin' my hair, cuttin' till the good Lord comes

Till the good Lord comes